This Brief Summary Brings "Canon in D" to my Pandora

A man with a black police shirt and khakis just came in for coffee.  He had regular and silver hand cuffs, two cell phones, and an actual walki talki (as well as all the other general police equipment).  He ordered two cups of coffee.  After observing that my black op cop partner, Dunlop, from Carmel was coming through, I read that this man was Carmel Police, too. The walki talki is for their corps to communicate only with each other on a higher frequency.  He was a great multitasker.  He was trying the coffee trick around me.  Maybe he has given up WHISKEY, lately, thus he had been craving sweets.  The coffee worked the trick.  He asked me, telepathically, to tell him why I need to be in environments where people are, to read the police presence.  Constant direct contact is too diseased right now.  What I am reading, fine sir, is the level of psychotic pathogens in your energetic system.  A short look see shows me little hints, and then you walk away as I divorce you from the ills of evil, in vicinity, and in your habitual life.  I will admit that I do brief visualizations for energetic illness in environment and when I am alone in my room.  It is a silent and private endeavor, but it gives me a break from society and grounds both me and the persons I am sending to.  You got here just in time, and I could tell that you were happy.  It was just time for you to have some professional challenging and self illumination.  Others may describe their experiences with me, but only you can define what is holy to you.